I love the chomp of a fresh tortilla chip in your mouth
And the sizzling of pancake batter as you pour it in the pan
I love the crashing of a wave
On the shore in the rain.
I love the lingering buzz when you turn off the television
And the whispering of a page as it flips in the wind
The first strum on a newly tuned guitar
And the crunch of snow
When you step out of the car.
I love the bell-like ring in your throat when you harmonize perfectly
And the awaited thunder after a bolt of lightning
The crack of ice as it’s dropped into a glass of water
And the swallow of it
After a mile.
I love the rustle of hair becoming a braid
And the scratch of an itch on your head
The rasp of the elderly
And the scrape of a sled.
But while these are all wonderful sounds
(And it’s okay I am quoted)
The most satisfying of all
Is the sound of paper being shredded.